Nightfall Armada
Led by my own will, I ruled ! Traces on a muddy path, I ruled ! The soul of a tree I got Paroxysm, megalomania, all ended so sadly. The ictus of the last shovelful on my coffin's Wooden breastbone ..won't be my death As a man ; as a soul ; as a king never begged Mine is the beauty of the earth Mine shall be the end... ..and I'm gone Kiss my icy lips at last, Idem still am I Burn these icing flowers for the past that has Gone Still, it has been cried far from the heyday my Star